Nuestro Pequeño Mundo
Canción del Barrenador (”Driller’s Song”)
[Verse 1]
Now, every mornin' at seven o'clock
There's twenty tarriers workin' on the rock
The boss comes along and he says, "Keep still
And come down heavy on the cast iron drill"

[Chorus]
Drill, ye tarriers, drill
Drill, ye tarriers, drill
For it's work all day for the sugar in your tea
Down (down) behind (behind) the railway
And drill, ye tarriers, drill
And blast, and fire

[Verse 2]
The boss was a good man down to the ground
He married a lady six feet 'round
She baked good bread and she baked it well
And she baked it hard as the holes in Hell

[Chorus]
Drill, ye tarriers, drill
Drill, ye tarriers, drill
For it's work all day for the sugar in your tea
Down (down) behind (behind) the railway
And drill, ye tarriers, drill
And blast, and fire
[Verse 3]
Now, a new foreman was Jim McCann
By God, he was a blamin' man
Last week a premature blast went off
And a mile in the air went big Jim Goff

[Chorus]
Drill, ye tarriers, drill
Drill, ye tarriers, drill
For it's work all day for the sugar in your tea
Down (down) behind (behind) the railway
And drill, ye tarriers, drill
And blast, and fire

[Verse 4]
When payday next it came around
Poor Jim said "A dollar short be found"
"What for?" said he; then came this reply
"You were docked for the time you were up in the sky"

[Chorus]
Drill, ye tarriers, drill
Drill, ye tarriers, drill
For it's work all day for the sugar in your tea
Down (down) behind (behind) the railway
And drill, ye tarriers, drill
And blast, and fire
[Outro]
Now, let's have a play and forget these bloody drills